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Sometimes, wondering how things changed,
I look for patterns of light and shade.
Pencil on paper to crayon on wall,
I trace my way back before the fall.

Sing, memory, soothe my worry,
carry melodies long unknown.
Most times I can’t make the journey.
Sing, memory, lead me home.

Walking alone past the trolley track,
drugstore-bound for the spinner rack.
Happily sad as the days grow cool,
pale gray skies and it’s back to school.
Standing at dawn in the spitting rain,
dreading the bus and those laughs again.